Alabama Sky

I miss my grandma:)

Sweet smell of grass tells me that were right around the corner.

The beautiful pecan trees take me straight into the front yard.

As I walk by the horses and talk to the clucking chickens.

I see my grandma and i rush into her arms.The smell of her jacket

Still smells the same. Like fresh cherries and apple pie.

Her tiny cottage house still looks just the same.

Along with the same bedroom with a bed that still has my name.

I love visiting my grandmother. This is my home.

~akaila~